The Doll House

Chapter Five: Nocturnal Visitation







Draco tossed and turned on the uncomfortable sofa-bed, wishing that he had taken into consideration that the little flat only had one bedroom before he decided he was going to stay with Granger. He wanted to go home to his penthouse and his plush, pillow topped mattress where he could sleep deeply in comfort but if he left Granger would think he was a coward. It had been a hell of a day and he was tired. It wasn’t every day that a man could claim to have gone into a cursed house, been flashed by a ghost prostitute and then thrown out of his own property on his ass.





He rolled over and stared up at the ceiling…and promptly screamed. The ghost Polly was hovering over his bed staring at him.





“What in the hell are you doing in here?” He asked, jerking the covers up to his chin when she seemed a little too interesting in his naked torso.





“I snuck out, I did,” she smiled. “ ‘e was busy wit’ the others.”





“Why don’t they leave?” Draco asked, frowning.





“I was the first…’e didn’t bin’ me to the house the way ‘e did them,” she said, moving in a little closer.





“So you can come and go as you please?”





“Lucky fer you,” she winked. “There is a book…yer little lady might wan’ to see…in the study on the desk.”





“So…you can come in here any time you want?” Draco sat up, clutching the blanket around him as he stared at the ghost.





“Well…no’ the bedroom…your witch did somefin to the room…I can’ get in,” she pouted. Obviously Hermione had warded the bedroom against spirits. He grabbed his pillow and stood up. “Where you off to?” Polly asked.





“I’m just going to go tell Hermione about the book,” he said, still clutching his sheet as he made his way to the bedroom door. He opened it slowly and crept inside, carefully making his way across the room to the bed where Hermione slept on her side.





“What are you doing in here?” she asked tiredly. She had been researching the house and the crimes all evening, she was tired.





“I thought you were sleeping,” he said, moving to the other side of the bed and pulling back the quilt to slide in beside her.





“I was…what in the hell do you think you’re doing?” She shouted, flipping over onto her back to stare at him as if he had lost his mind.





“That whore ghost showed up again, out there…says he didn’t bind her to the house like he did the others. Said there is a book you should see in the study,” he said, shoving his pillow behind his head and getting comfortable. “She also said she can’t get in here. So from now on, we share the bedroom because I am not getting molested by that crazy ghost.”





“Share….no, you are not sleeping in my bed, Draco,” she said.





“Oh calm down, Granger, I’m not after getting in your knickers, I just want to be where it’s safe is all, just go to sleep,” he snapped, rolling over and presenting her with his back.





“But…”





“SLEEP!”





She frowned at his naked back. She supposed it wasn’t any different than sharing a bed with Ron or Harry….they needed sleep and they were safe in the bedroom. She had warded it securely from all spirits; it had exhausted her to ward every inch of it and would be too difficult to do the entire carriage house. She lay down slowly, still staring at his back. She supposed it wouldn’t hurt to let him sleep there…they were only going to be there a few days and it wasn’t like he had any interest in her…it should be safe enough.









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Her hands were pinned to the mattress beside her head. The sheets had long since been ripped off of the striped surface and was lying somewhere on the floor, not that she cared, her body was covered in sweat, hers combined with the man moving urgently between her thighs. He was growling in her ear, stroking his rather formidable erection through her flesh with skill. She trembled, the heat building in her belly, her orgasm bearing down on her with unstoppable force.





“Oh…oh…oh yes…” She felt it, those first preliminary tremors that would lead to that delicious tightening of release. “Oh yes...please don’t stop!”





“DRACO!” Hermione shouted as she sat straight up in the bed. She looked down to find a long, muscular arm draped over her waist and the long, lean body of the man in question lying beside her, slowly lifting his groggy head to give her a grouchy glare.





“You don’t need to shout,” he grumbled. Rolling onto his back and scrubbing his face with his hands. “What’s go your knickers in a twist?”





She couldn’t speak for a moment. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and she couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. He was compactly muscled, built like a swimmer or a long distance runner. He was pale but he didn’t look sickly, his skin had a soft golden glow of health. She licked her lips unconsciously and her eyes trailed lower to the ridged abdomen that had her longing to run her fingernails over it to see if it made the same sound as a washboard. She was fascinated by the golden trail of silky looking hair that began just below his navel and vanished beneath the sheet draped over his hips. A sheet that was decidedly tented.





Her eyes darted up to find him lying with his hands behind his head, watching her with a smug smile on his handsome face.





“You…your….pervert!” She snapped, snatching the sheet up and pulling it to her chin. It was a mistake; she uncovered him and got a peek at the extremely stretched cotton fabric of his boxer briefs. There was no way to pretend that it was just a coincidental fold in the fabric either, she could practically see the pulse throbbing along his length.





“You were the one staring at me like I was a hot buttered croissant and you were starving, so I’d say you were the pervert,” he drawled, crossing his ankles. He was completely unapologetic about lying there with a raging hard-on, after all, he had nothing to be ashamed of.





“Well I didn’t expect to wake up and find you…randy,” she said, her face reddening as she tried not to stare. It was difficult to do after such an intense dream, especially when she had awakened before she could get off. Perhaps sexual frustration was making her grumpy; it had been quite awhile since she’d had a lover after all.





“Don’t worry about it, Granger, happens every morning,” he chuckled. “Of course the way you were moaning and wriggling around in your sleep may have made it a bit more…eager…than it usually is.”





“I was not!” She said indignantly, reaching out to slap him in the center of his chest.





“Oh, I beg to differ. You were whimpering and wriggling your arse, pushing it back against me….moaning my name,” he smirked.





“That’s not…wait, why were you up against me to begin with?” She asked, frowning.





“Beats the hell out of me. I was sleeping soundly and next thing I know I’m dreaming that I’ve got you pinned to the bare mattress giving you a good time. Opened my eyes and we were all cuddled up with you grinding your arse into my groin...you have a rather nice arse, Granger,” he winked at her and she felt her cheeks heat and her sex pulse. “So…you were dreaming about me too, eh?”





“Magical anomaly.” She said, sliding away from him on the bed. “Two magical beings sharing the same small space can connect subconsciously. Doesn’t mean I want to screw you, Malfoy.”





“Really? What about you eyeing my wand like it was a peppermint stick?” He saw her eyes flicker down to his cock again and he flexed his pc muscle causing it to jerk and her eyes to widen.





“Well…it’s there and it’s big and it’s…dancing.” She frowned and shook her head to try and clear the fog her randiness was causing. “None the less, it doesn’t mean I want to play with it.”





“I don’t mind.” He was flirting outrageously and enjoying every minute of it. Her expressions were priceless and he wasn’t entirely jesting, she had grown up to be rather lovely and had a body made for sinful activities. “Care for a morning ride?”





Again, he was only half kidding. He certainly wouldn’t throw her off should she take him up on the offer of a little morning bounce. He saw the look of interest flash through her eyes and this time his cock twitched on its own.





“Thanks for the offer, Malfoy, but I don’t think that would be a very good idea, no matter how much fun it might sound,” she said, sliding off of the bed.





“Well, if you change your mind,” he shrugged and sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “Guess its back inside that house with the crazy whore ghost and the creepy kid.”





“I need to find that book Polly told you about and I want to talk to Claira again. I need to find out why she tossed us out at sundown. I need to know what’s going on in that house before I can clear it for you,” she said, digging through the dresser for her clothing. “He was obviously well versed in the dark arts but something must have gone wrong in the spell…we have to find out what that was.”





“Sure, Granger, whatever you say,” Draco said. Hermione grabbed her stack of clothing and turned to see Draco standing with his own clothing in his arms.





“Look, I’ll share the bedroom with you but I draw the line at showering with you,” she said.





“You’d love every minute of it, Granger, if you could pull the stick out of your arse long enough,” he snorted.





“A gentleman would let a lady have a shower first,” she said, edging towards the door.





“A gentleman might,” he said, arching one brow. “Shame there isn’t one around.” He darted into the bathroom and slammed the door closed in her face.





“Damn you, Malfoy!” She screamed at the door, stamping her foot. His laughter could be heard over the shower.







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